Tuesday, December 07, 2004

Catharsis

No, let me spew tonight
This vile disgust inside
Seeping through my pores
Burning, corroding, eroding
the coarse fabric of my being

The green liquid reaches a crescendo
the screams bubble; burst
You missed the innuendo
Then she came along
and slaked the thirst

Begone, harbinger of gloom
Don’t try so hard
to squeeze blood from wine
Go dissolve your life
and let me distill mine.

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